My sister stood and we looked at each other. It was an uncomfortable moment until she smiled at me and said “This will be fun, Bobby. I’ve got some really cute stuff I don’t wear anymore. Come on.”
I can’t remember the last time my sister and I held hands — probably when we were small children, but, she reached out and took my hand and together, we left the kitchen. When we got to the stairs, she went first, ahead of me, giving me a terrific view of her ass as she climbed. Her panties were pulled tight, hugging her butt cheeks and with every step she climbed, I could see the material of her panties stretched tight across her pussy lips from behind.
When we got to the top of the stairs, she glanced back and saw me looking between her legs. “Like you haven’t seen enough already? Damn, Bobby, if I was wearing any less, I’d be naked!” She said.
So, what was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to not look at her? Yeah, like that was ever going to happen. Even with the humiliation I just sat through, that didn’t do anything to lessen my desire to see her or any female, dressed in her panties.
When we got to her room, she went right in, but I stood outside. “Come on in, little brother.” She said. “You heard mom, didn’t you? You have to do whatever I say.”
When I entered my sister’s room, the first thing that came into my mind was how I stood naked in this very room just yesterday while my mother dressed me for my deflowering. “I stood right there,” I thought, looking at her full length mirror, “admiring myself.”
It’s funny what memories you associate with places. This had been my sister’s room for as long as I could remember. We played here when we were young and I recalled chasing her up the stairs hundreds of times as she fled for the shelter of her lockable door. Our lives were simpler then, there were no fetishes or fantasies to confuse us and my overall level of happiness was measured by the amount of chocolate ice cream in the freezer.
This was also the room where it all started. This is where I observed my sister pick up her worn panties while we were cleaning her room that fateful day. She lifted them to her nose to see if they were clean, and then quickly threw them in her laundry hamper. I later stole those panties, and they were one of the pairs my mother found in my room.
So here I was, standing in the very place where everything started. That day, we were both in our underwear. We were today, too, sort of. The only difference between that day and this day was that today, I was dressed in my sister’s underwear, not my own.
“Yoo hoo. Bobby?” I heard Linda say.
“Huh?” I answered, breaking out of my walk down memory lane. As I turned around to answer her, my mother came into the room, interrupting us.
“Okay you two, listen up.” Mother said. “Here are the rules until I get back.”
Looking at me mom said, “Bobby, under no circumstances are you to cum while I’m gone.” She turned to my sister and said, “Your brother’s weenie is like a machine, Linda. It’s always hard and he can cum more times than anyone I’ve ever seen, so you watch him and don’t let him play with himself. In fact, don’t leave him alone at all. If you do, he’s going to pull that monster out and he’ll be yanking on it.”
Then spinning back to me, she continued speaking. “Bobby, now you be nice and do what your sister says. I want you to look through your sisters clothes to find some things to wear…. just around the house like we talked about. You let her help you find a few pairs of panties that fit you and some bras, too. Your sister has a good sense of fashion, so you cooperate and do what she says. When I get back from my appointment, I’m going to want to see what you’ve found, so you better take me seriously.”
Turning again to my sister, she informed Linda that I needed to have a shower and reminded her not to leave me alone. “Don’t let him close up the shower, and you stand there and watch him to make sure he doesn’t start pulling himself.” She instructed.
“Bobby, you should be well past the point of being embarrassed in front of your sister, so I’m giving her my permission to see you and touch you all she wants. If she decides to let you see any more of her than you’re seeing now, that’s her decision, but I don’t want you touching her…. and I mean that.” Mom’s tone was firm and her directions were clear. I definitely understood what she said and what she expected.
She told us she would be gone for about two hours, maybe a little less, and she expected us to do what she said for that short amount of time. “I don’t think that’s too much to ask.” She added.
“Bobby,” mom said when she was finished giving us our directions, “I want to speak to you for a moment in my bedroom before I get in the shower.” Then, she turned and walked out of my sister’s room and vanished into her bedroom across the hall. I looked at my sister who stood there with a questioning look on her face. “You better go,” Linda said, “I’ll wait for you.” Then shaking her finger at me and smiling, she added, “Be sure you come right back. You’re not allowed to be alone, you know.”
I walked past my sister to my mother’s room. Mom was waiting for me at the doorway with one hand on the door ready to close it when I came through. As I entered, she closed the door and pulled me into her, giving me a full warm kiss. “Oh, gawd, Bobby” she panted, “That was so hot watching your sister her milk you like that! I swear, I wanted to grab your cock out of her hands and just devour it…. right there in front of her.”
I attempted to kiss her back, but her lips were all over my face. Her hands were feeling inside my panties for my throbbing member and when she got hold of it, mom pulled it out and cradled it in her hands. Pulling me by my cock over to the bed, she sat down on the edge and peered up at me. Letting go of my cock, she slowly laid back on the bed, bringing her knees up and spreading them lewdly, showing me the shiny wetness that saturated the crotch panel of her panties. Her hands moved down to her panty covered pussy and her fingers started to trace the fissure of her visible and engorged labia. “Go ahead,” she said, “put your face down there. You earned it, mister.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Kneeling down at the edge of the bed, I lowered my face down to her wet pantied treasure.
Placing my hands on her legs and holding them open, I grazed my nose up and down mom’s wet crease taking in her sweet womanly scent. As my nose moved progressively deeper into her furrow, I could hear the sloppy sounds of her lubricated pussy against the material of her panty. Stopping with my nose pushing against her clit, I placed my lips against her panty and sucked.
I simply can’t describe the satisfaction of sucking her pussy juices through her panty into my mouth. It was, for lack of better terms — plentiful, and free flowing. Wanting everything she had, I placed my hands on either side of her pussy and pulled her apart to open her up more, hoping she would flood me with her viscous nectar.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped, “hold me open, baby. Pull me open wide and lick me”
With one hand, I pulled her panties to the side and looked into her – through her inner lips – to see her pussy juice pooled up deep inside her vagina. Spreading her as wide as I could and holding her panties back, I locked my mouth onto her and drove my tongue into my mom as far as I could. It was there that I hit pay dirt — the same thick, musky secretions I had lapped out of her pussy when we were in her bed just a day before.
I went to work swiftly. First, nibbling on her clit and then driving my tongue into her pussy as intensely as I could. Then, I would lick the sensitive spot between her labia, concentrating on that area below her clit and above her vaginal opening. Every time I licked there, she would buck her hips up into me and moan “Oh, yes, right there…. right there.”
I teased her, licking and sucking all the reaches of her sex until I had her repeating these low throaty sounds and clutching the bed as if some unknown power was trying to thrust her past escape velocity and into orbit. Finally, I licked and sucked her to the point of liftoff. Her legs went completely rigid and she started to grunt and thrust her hips against my mouth. “Oh, baby,” she said, “here it comes…. here it comes! Aaahhhh!”
Then, all of a sudden, her lungs emptied and she let out a massive breath of air and pushed my face away from her pussy. I was about to dive back in when she implored me to stop, saying, “No more, Bobby…. please….. no more.”
I sat back on my haunches and held her legs back as she trembled and shook to herself. After a minute, her panting subsided and I carefully pulled the gusset of her panty back across her mound and then lowered her legs to the floor.
I softly nuzzled my nose back into her panties as she rested, but the instant she felt my nose against her mound, her hands flew down and covered her pussy. “It’s too sensitive down there, baby. Please, let me rest for a minute.” Honoring her request, I scooted up closer between her legs and lay my head in her lap as if I was worshiping her vagina. From there, I could smell her scent, hear her breathing and feel the thumping of her heart.
I smiled to myself knowing I gave her what she needed. Her orgasm was powerful, I knew it — I could tell by the way she stiffened up and bucked her pussy into my mouth. I completely forgot about my straining erection between my legs while I was servicing her womanhood. And, the pleasure I received from bringing her off was at least equal to the pleasure she received from getting off.
When she recovered, she put her hands on my head and asked me, “When was the last time you came, sweetie? Was it last night when I dressed you for bed, or did you play with yourself again after that?”
Leaning up from her lap, I told her I didn’t touch myself after I went to bed.
“You didn’t make yourself cum again last night or this morning?” Mom asked.
“No,” I answered, “I was too tired.”
“That’s remarkable. So, you’ve got several hours worth of cum built up then, don’t you, baby?” She asked.
I nodded my head and answered, “You guys almost made me cum in the kitchen a few minutes ago, though.”